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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.