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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.