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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.