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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fall,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.