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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.