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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.