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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.