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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.