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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.