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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.