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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.