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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.