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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.