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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Camouflage 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
PIL,
Crime,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.