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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.