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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.