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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.