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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.