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 Ireland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.