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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Alison Limerick 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.