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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.