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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Residents 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.