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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Kayak,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.