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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.