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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.