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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.