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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.