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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.