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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.