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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.