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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.