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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.