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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.