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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.