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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Shoche,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.