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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.