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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.