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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.