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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.