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 Philippines 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.