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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.