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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.