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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.