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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Connie Case,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.