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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.