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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
PIL,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.