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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.