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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Franke,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.