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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.