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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.