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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.