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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.