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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
UT,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.