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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Organ,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.