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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.