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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.