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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Wire,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
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.