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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.