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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.