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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.