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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.