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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Japan,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.