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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.