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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.