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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.