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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.