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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Wire,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.