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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.