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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.