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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.