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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.