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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.