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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.