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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.