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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.