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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.