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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.