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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.