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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
10cc,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.