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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.