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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.