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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Index,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.