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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.