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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.