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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.