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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.