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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.