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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Franke,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Can,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.