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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.