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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.