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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.