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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.