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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Fear,
Skaos,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.