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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.