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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.