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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.