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 Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.