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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.