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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.