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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Swans to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.