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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.