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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.