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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.