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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.