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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.