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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.