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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Quantec,
Monks,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.