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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.