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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Gong,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.