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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.