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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.