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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.