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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.