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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.