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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.