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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.