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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.