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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.