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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.