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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.