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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.