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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.