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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.