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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
The Gories,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.