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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.