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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.