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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.