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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.