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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.