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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.