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-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.