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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.