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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.