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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.