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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.