Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.