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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.