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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.