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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Magazine,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.