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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.