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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.