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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.