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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.