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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.