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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.