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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.