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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.