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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.