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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.