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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.