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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.