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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.