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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.