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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.