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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.