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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.