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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.