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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.