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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.