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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.