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 Belgium and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
X-102,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.