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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.