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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.