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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.