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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.