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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.