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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
UT,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Can,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.