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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.