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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.