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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.