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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.