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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.