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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.