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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.