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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.