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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.