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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.