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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.