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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.