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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.