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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.