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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.