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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.