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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.