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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.