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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.