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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.