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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.