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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Faust,
Nico,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.