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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.