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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.