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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Deepchord 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.