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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.