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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.