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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.