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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.