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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.