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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.