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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.