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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.