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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.