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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.