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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Lyres,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.