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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.