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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.