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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.