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 Chad and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.