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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.