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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.