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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.