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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Index to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.