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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
10cc,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.