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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.