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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.