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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.