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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Urselle,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.