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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.