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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
This Heat,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.