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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.