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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.