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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.