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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.