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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.