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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
cv313,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.