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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.