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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Wings to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.