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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.