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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.