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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Flipper,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.