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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.