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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.