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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Move to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Brick,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.