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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.