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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.