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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
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.