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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Crime,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.