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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Quantec,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.