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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.