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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.