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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Swans,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.