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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.