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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
UT,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
New Order,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.