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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.