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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.