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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.