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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Motions,
Section 25,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.