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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.