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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.