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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.