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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.