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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.