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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.