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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Chrome,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
UT,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.