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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.