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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.