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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.