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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Jandek,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.