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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.