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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.