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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.