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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.