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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.