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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.