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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.