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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.