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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.