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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.