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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Television,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.