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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
cv313,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.