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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
JFA,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.