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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.