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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.