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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Move,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
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.