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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.