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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Index,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.