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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Residents,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.