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 Russia and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.