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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.