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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.