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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.