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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.