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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.