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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Television,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.