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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.