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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.