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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.