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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
PIL,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.