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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.