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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.