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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.