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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Index,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.