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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Lyres,
June Days,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.