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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.