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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Television,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.