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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.