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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Organ,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.