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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.