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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.