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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.