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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Television,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.