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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.