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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.