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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.