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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.