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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.