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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.