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 France and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Television,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.