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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.