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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.