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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.