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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.