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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.