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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.