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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.