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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.