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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Wire,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
ABBA,
Monks,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.