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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Association to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.