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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.