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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.