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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 World's Most to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.