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 Austria and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.