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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.