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 Venezuela 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.