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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.