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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.