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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.