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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.