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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.