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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Crime,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.