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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.