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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.