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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.