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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.