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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.