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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.