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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.