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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.