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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.