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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.