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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.