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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.