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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.