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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
X-101,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.