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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.