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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.