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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.