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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.