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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.