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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pierre Henry 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band 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?
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.