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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.