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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.