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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.