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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Can,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.