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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
the Association,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.