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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.