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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.