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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.