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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.