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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.