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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.