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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.