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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Brick,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.