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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.