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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.