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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.