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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.