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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Can,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.