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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.