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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.