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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.