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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.