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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.