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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.