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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.