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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
UT,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.