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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.