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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.