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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.