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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.