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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.