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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.