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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.