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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.