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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.