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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Visage,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.