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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.