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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.