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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.