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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.