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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Organ,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.