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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.