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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.