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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.