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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Magma,
Fear,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
UT,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.