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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.