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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
cv313,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.