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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.