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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.