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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.