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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.