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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.