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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.