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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.