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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.