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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.