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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.