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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.