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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Index,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.