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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.