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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
CMW,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.