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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.