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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.