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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.