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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Technova,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.