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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.