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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.