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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.