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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.