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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.