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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.