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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.