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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.