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 Iceland 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.