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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.