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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.