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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Can,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.