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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.