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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.