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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.