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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Gong,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.