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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
X-102,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.