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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.