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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.