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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.