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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.