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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.