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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.