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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.