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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.