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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.