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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.