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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.