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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.