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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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.