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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
CMW,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.