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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.