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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
UT,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
The Names,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.