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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Ronan,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.