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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.