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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.