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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
JFA,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.