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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.