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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.