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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Swans,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.