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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.