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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.