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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.