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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.