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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Mars,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.