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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.