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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.