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 Iran 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.