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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.