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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.