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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.