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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.