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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Slave,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.