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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.