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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Kayak,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
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.