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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.