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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.