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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Index,
X-102,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.