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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Move,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.