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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Wings,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.