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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.