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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.