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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.