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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 UT to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.