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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.