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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.