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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Index,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.