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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.