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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
X-102,
10cc,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.