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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.