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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.