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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.