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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Schoolly D 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.