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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.