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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.