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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
MC5,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.