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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.