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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.