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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.