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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.