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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.