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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.