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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.