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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.