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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.