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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.