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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Crime to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Rakim,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Can,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.