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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.