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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.