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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.