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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.