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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Fear,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Cymande,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.