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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.