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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.