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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.