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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.