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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ituana to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.