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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.